Saturday, 1 April 1876

We visited the ruins of the Baths of Caracalla. Is it possible to see anything more immense? I was very frightened going through the entrance gate, as our pockets were full of fragments of mosaic and carved marble. From there the coachman took us to a church — San Stefano Rotondo, I believe — which is quite near the convent where Pietro is confined. In this circular church, the walls are covered with frescoes depicting the martyrs of the early Christians. It is impossible to imagine even half the atrocities represented there. I myself was unnerved by them.
But the most interesting thing is the convent of San Giovanni e Paolo. I saw no one at the windows. Is it possible that he is truly shut up in there? It cannot be! But then why invent such nonsense? We shall see tomorrow at three o'clock. I cannot believe such a thing.
How bored he must be! He has been there since yesterday evening; he still has… let me see, he has until Saturday — counting today that makes eight days. Wretched little monk.
At one o'clock we lunched at Spillmann's and I came home; it is five o'clock now. My people are going for a walk and I am staying at home to write, to read, to sing, to play, and to do nothing.
— If you are deceiving me, Monsieur, I swear that not only shall I never speak to you again — I shall not even greet you in the street!
— Very well — I accept! I accept! You see perfectly well that I am not deceiving you.
No — all the same it is strange, I have never heard anything like it. Shutting a man of twenty-three up in a convent! You have behaved so badly, you have quarrelled with your parents and with your God; you must confess, perform your devotions — but you cannot confess until you have prayed properly, away from the world and from bad company; and for that you must withdraw for eight days to this convent, after which you will begin a sober life, the financial affairs will be settled, and you will live at peace with your parents. Those are, word for word, Countess Antonelli's words to her son.
It is incredible! Well — the white towel will decide, and even that is not certain; he told me he did not know which way his window looks — most of the windows give onto a courtyard-garden, and it may be impossible for him to show himself. Is it not stupid enough, extraordinary enough, savage enough!

Notes

"Faire ses dévotions" — to perform one's religious devotions: confession and communion.
Pietro had promised to wave a white cloth from his convent window as a sign that he was truly there.